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lixies-favorite-cookie · 8 days ago

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──── ୨୧ 𝐖𝐄𝐋𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐄 𝐓𝐎 𝐂𝐎𝐎𝐊𝐈𝐄𝐒 𝐋𝐈𝐁𝐑𝐀𝐑𝐘 ᯓ★

🍪 — hii my babies!! thank you for checking out my writing! i hope you enjoy it and if you did, dont forget to send feedback!

✮ 𝐜𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐜𝐨𝐝𝐞: ( ☕ ) angst , ( 🤎 ) fluff, ( 🧸 ) humor, ( 📜 ) suggestive ˎˊ˗

𝐎𝐓𝟖

SERIES

music to my eyes (collab w/ @sunnysdiary)

cookies just fucking write event in honor of my writers block

HEADCANNONS

small acts of love from skz 「🤎」

skz as red flags 「☕」

FAKE TEXTS

the boys find out you have a cold

pulling the "shes busy" prank

asking the boys "would you love me if I was a worm?"

silly little dad!skz fake texts

jealous!bestfreind!skz telling the reader to not go on her date ◦ hyung line

jealous!bestfreind!skz telling the reader to not go on her date ◦ maknae line

𝐁𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐍・방찬

ONE SHOTS

nothing here....yet

DRABBLES

not the plot ꒰ 400 words ꒱ 「🤎」 ↴

during one of your cuddle sessions with bangchan, you realize that your relationship shares an odd resemblance to twilight—without the entire plot, of course.

you'd never let me fall ꒰ 900 words ꒱ 「🤎」 ↴

bangchan who carries you home while your a little drunk and your feet a lot a bit hurt.

FAKE TEXTS

while you were looking at him, i was looking at you ꒰ mini-series ꒱ 「🤎, ☕」 ↴

❝ secrets i have held in my heart. are harder to hide than i thought. ❞

𝐋𝐄𝐄𝐊𝐍𝐎𝐖・리노

ONE SHOTS

so fuckin' stubborn ꒰ 1.5k words ꒱ 「 📜 」 ↴

there were two things in the world that challenged your intellectual ability one: ap us history and two: lee minho. what are you going to do when he catches you cheating, and grabs your thigh, forcing you to give him the answers too.

DRABBLES

Nothing here...yet.

FAKE TEXTS

minho gets jealous watching the reader hand her customers cash 「🧸」 ↴

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐁𝐈𝐍・창빈

ONE SHOTS

Nothing here...yet.

DRABBLES

Nothing here...yet.

FAKE TEXTS

🤎 asking out his gym crush

𝐇𝐘𝐔𝐍𝐉𝐈𝐍・현진

ONE SHOTS

before and after ꒰ 1.4k words ꒱ 「🤎, ☕」 ↴

for months you have dealt with constant intrusive thoughts, wondering what life was like before your head was swarmed with anxiety—until one day, you wake up and it isn't your OCD that you remember—it's hyunjin. alternatively: you find hyunjin baking your favorite sweet treat and you fall even deeper in love with him.

DRABBLES

Nothing here...yet.

FAKE TEXTS

Nothing here...yet

𝐇𝐀𝐍・한

ONE SHOTS

doomsday ꒰ 1.4k words ꒱ 「🤎, ☕」 ↴

sometimes doomsday wasn't the crumbling of a city; doomsday was an apocalypse of the mind. or alternatively: han yells at you after a hard day and has a panic attack because you distance yourself.

so baby, hold my hand now. ꒰ 1.5k words ꒱ 「🤎, ☕, 📜」 ↴

you don't think jisung cares about you enough to tell your fans you're dating, fucking. he proves you wrong when he pulls you in on stage, and kisses you in front of everyone.

DRABBLES

midnight madness ꒰ 839 words ꒱ 「🤎」 ↴

you help han shave after a long day, leading to kisses and confessions.

FAKE TEXTS

accidental love confession 「🤎,🧸」

teasing a shy han untill he accidentally confesses 「🤎,🧸」

𝐅𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐗・필릭스

ONE SHOTS

laughter like honey dribbles ꒰ 1.2k words ꒱ 「🤎, 🧸, 📜」 ↴

an inexperienced felix tries to impress you by forcing his voice deeper. what do you do when it cracks mid-through?

hang the moon ꒰ 4.5k words ꒱ 「🤎」 ↴

going through the ages of time with felix, from when you told him you were pregnant to seeing him braid your baby's hair.

don't cry over spilled milk ꒰ 1.6k words ꒱ 「🤎, ☕」 ↴

accidents happen is an easy thing to say when your daughter didn't just dump a cup of milk on your husband's new black carpet and all of a sudden— you can't breathe

pretty like poetry ꒰ 2.7k words ꒱ 「🤎, ☕」 ↴

felix always tended to hate the freckles that adorned his face, believing they were blemishes that deserved to be hidden under layers of foundation, but what will he do when you convince him that his freckles were pretty—pretty like poetry?

eat your words ꒰ 2.3k words ꒱ 「📜」 ↴

in a spiral of whiskey-induced stupidity, you claim felix couldn't dominate you even if he tried—oh, how he's going to make you eat your words.

rewrite the ending ꒰ 1.6k words ꒱ 「🤎, ☕, 📜」 ↴

just once, let him rewrite the story; just once, he promises you will never have to watch the same ending again. ( reader with mommy issues let's felix poetically fuck the sadness out of her)

rewrite the ending in every lifetime ꒰ 8.1k words ꒱ 「🤎, ☕, 📜」 ↴

going through the ages of time with felix, no matter how many times your mother knocked you down, he was always there to pick you up—in every lifetime.

pink lemonade ꒰ 1.3k words ꒱ 「🤎」 ↴

felix had always dreamed of the day he could finally gather enough courage to kiss you. even in his wildest dreams, he never imagined it would be mid-sip of your pink lemonade.

DRABBLES

where the hell did you get that? ꒰ 898 words ꒱ 「🧸」 ↴

even after your bodyguard saved your life you insist that you don't need his help, maybe you feel a little different after he drops his weapon in the middle of a fight—and forces you to admit you need him.

you're like real?! ꒰ 723 words ꒱ 「🧸」 ↴

you never once thought you would meet lee felix, especially not while watching an edit of his abs

FAKE TEXTS

teasing a shy felix until he accidentally confesses 「🤎, 🧸」 ↴

silly little fake text scenario 「🤎,🧸」 ↴

𝐒𝐄𝐔𝐍𝐆𝐌𝐈𝐍・승민

ONE SHOTS

Nothing here...yet.

DRABBLES

Nothing here...yet.

FAKE TEXTS

Nothing here...yet.

𝐉𝐄𝐎𝐍𝐆𝐈𝐍 - 정인

ONE SHOTS

Nothing here...yet.

DRABBLES

Nothing here...yet.

FAKE TEXTS

Nothing here...yet.

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tgcg · 1 year ago

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ill break your shit adam

warning for adult lang

fuck you adam sandler

youre lucky karkat likes you

stupid fuck sees an amnesiac girl

and asks her can i marry you

that lady got issues mentally

you still down to do shit anally

deplorable zit on the ass of romanza

karkat told me to put that shit in this stanza

do raps even count as having stanzas

slam poetry tyke at preschool im no manza

youd probably jack it to a log with holes if they were wet ones

sitting on that stupid dock with her papa cracking cold ones

piece of shit id push you off that dock and watch you bubbling

kick your ass like her shitty bro failed when you were troubling

penguins dont quack like fucking ducks you dumbass

thats not part of the rap i just think that youre a dumbass

back to the rap sandler i bet you couldnt drop a single bar

too busy picking up stupid women at the stupid women bar

who even let you into hawaii

also did i say karkat liked you i was kidding he wants to kick your heinie

seriously watching that shit again made him start slamming his head into the cushions and screaming i had to pry them out his hands and he almost bit me

sorry i forgot i was rapping again

piece of shit forgot that you can like women while dating other men

still not over that chuck and larry shit adam

if you just said to the gov you were bi you coulda had em

firefighter of the year? well try putting out this heat

karkats gonna beat your ass like you do every night to your meat

gotta ask is this shit wish fulfilment for you

gotta say larry deserved better than you

i could treat him way better than you not in a gay way though

i just mean youre a massive sleaze basically the worlds shittiest bro

back to 50 first dates man sandler your shit is a bore

the stupid bits with schneider got my ass addicted to snore

if i was that stupid walrus id tear your ass to shreds

if i was that penguin i would also tear your ass to shreds

itd be harder but id still do it

bro fuck adam sandler im through it

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TT: Wow. Bravo, Dave. You've outdone yourself.

TG: i wrote this one exceptionally fucking terrible to represent my inner darkness

TG: i can never unwatch those cinematic fossilized turds theyre like time capsules devoted to everything wrong with america

TG: you dont even understand how egregious that was

TT: I can sense the utter malaise and contempt in every word. It's beautiful.

TT: One particularly interesting point I'd like to make is the fact that you managed to refer to butts in a song about a male target, 10 times in the span of 37 lines. It's not an exorbitant amount, but it appears to be a running theme in your works. Very interesting, if you ask me --

TG: nooooo

TG: nope no

TG: not this shit again

TG: listen one of them is karkats fault

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CG: ROSE, YOU JUST DON'T FUCKING UNDERSTAND WHAT HE'S DOING HERE AT ALL.

TT: No? Please, enlighten me Karkat.

CG: GLADLY.

CG: HE STARTS OUT WITH THE FRIGGIN WORD "ANAL" PRECEDING ALL OF THE OTHER MENTIONS, OF COURSE IT'S ON PURPOSE. IT INSTILLS THAT IMAGERY IN YOUR NUGBONE THROUGHOUT THE TRACK.

CG: AND YOU MAY HAVE NOTICED A RECURRING USE OF THE WORD "SHIT", IN TANDEM. BOG-STANDARD FOR DAVE, RIGHT? NO! IT'S PART OF THE EFFECT!

CG: MY THESIS: ADAM SANDLER MOVIES ARE PIECES OF ABSOLUTE SHIT AND THE REFERENCES TO WORDS LIKE "LOG" AND "SHIT" AND "ASS" ARE TO INVOKE THE SENSE OF TAKING A MASSIVE DUMP THROUGHOUT THE SPAN OF THE RAP, WHICH BY ALL MEANS WOULD BE AN EQUAL OR GREATER USE OF YOUR TIME THAN WATCHING THOSE MOVIES.

CG: RIGHT, DAVE?

TG: … yeah

TT: Okay, I'm willing to concede to that. On this subject matter, as an avid terrible movie enjoyer, you admittedly know better than myself.

CG: SHOULD KNOW BETTER.

TT: And you love them anyways.

CG: YEAH.

TG: hes right

TG: you hear that shit hes right

TG: fuck death of the author im verifying that interpretation

#davekat #dave strider #karkat vantas #rose lalonde #homestuck #made with instrumentals of ether by nas in mind #posting early bc im impatient #comix

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kiemiu · 5 months ago

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──── STURNIOLO ROMANCE TROPE DUMP PT. 1 ˎˊ˗

synopsis this is honestly just a few cute romance ideas that i've thought of and would love to see implemented into some sturniolo fics :> these are completely free for taking just provide credit if you happen to get inspired! <3

001. 7 days | pathetic!chris sturniolo x brat!reader | the pursuit trope |

all chris wants is 7 days to prove to you that he can be the man for you. and if that means spending all the money on his card or embarrassing himself in the process, he'll gladly do whatever it takes to get you to fall in love with him.

002. unfortunate events | matt sturniolo x reader | soulmate trope |

you and matt can't seem to stay away from each other. always bumping into each other in the most unfortunate ways. accidentally spilling coffee on you before a job interview, him nearly running over you on one of your morning jogs, getting trapped in an elevator together, crashing into each other while riding bikes,, you think this is all just unlucky coincidences but what if he's actually seeking you out with the worst approach?

003. he's all that | outcast!chris sturniolo x popular!reader | makeover magic trope |

your biggest challenge yet relied in the form of chris sturniolo. obnoxious, loud, and a bit gross, he was everything you found icky about boys despite dating the biggest asshole on campus. with prom only being a few weeks away, will you be able to transform him into everyone's dream guy while simultaneously falling in love, or will you fail?

004. kiss me already! | student council!matt sturniolo x cheerleader!reader | grump x sunshine trope |

you, the pretty, popular, cheerleader suddenly interested in him—the nerdy, uptight, student council president? matt doesn't understand your sudden obsession with him, and frankly isn't very fond of it. yet, his constant disdain for you doesn't stop you from asking him out on dates and flirting with him, will his insecurities stop him from pursuing you, or will he finally fall into your charms?

005. love letter | jock!chris sturniolo x nerd!reader | secret admirer trope |

chris has a hard time expressing his feelings verbally, so he resorts to writing poetry. the depth of his work only increasing when he finds a muse. you're quiet, shy, always having your nose in a book, and completely in tune to your own world. nothing like him, yet he wants you so badly. afraid of his friends making fun of him, he decides to keep his poetry a secret, and his identity hidden from the heartfelt letters he leaves in your locker.

006. glass onion | matt sturniolo x reader | forced proximity trope |

the two of you, complete strangers to each other, decide to bind together after a series of tragic murders occur at the fancy resort you're both staying at. the killer is still at large, and could possibly be the man you're partnering up with...

007. secret potion | gryffindor!chris sturniolo x hufflepuff!reader | hogwarts au |

on the cusp of losing the girl he's hopelessly in love with, chris creates a love potion to lure you back into his arms.

008. somebody else | townie!matt x rich!reader | forbidden love trope |

his parents hate yours, and your parents hate his. growing up with a high profile lifestyle and always being in the public eye for one thing or the other, your parents had laid out very strict ground rules for you to follow. the main one being stay away from the sturniolo's. but you were never one to follow rules.

009. p power | playboy!chris sturniolo x playgirl!reader | enemies to lovers + fake dating trope |

chris has to convince his parents he's officially settled down to avoid being forced into a marriage with a woman he doesn't want. to keep playing the field and get his parents off of his case, he decides to make up a fake girlfriend. and who better to use as a scapegoat than one of his old hookups?

010. mine all mine | nerd!matt sturniolo x nerd!reader | friends to lovers trope |

it's obvious to anyone with two eyes that you and matt have feelings for each other, you're both just too shy to take it a step further. with the help from his friends, will he finally confess his feelings to you before it's too late, or will another guy swoop in and take you?

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pompomqt · 5 months ago

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Journey to the West Chapter 64

Welcome back to this week's chapter of Journey to the West with @journeythroughjourneytothewest. This week Tripitaka gets what is probably his nicest kidnapping to date. So let's get into it shall we?

The pilgrims are continuing on their journey, but first they have some dead weight to dump. Turns out that the monks they rescued are so grateful to them, that they want to tag along on their journey. Monkey however, already has his hands full protecting one monk, and doesn't want anymore. So he transforms some of his hairs into tigers, to scare the monks off, so they can continue unimpeded.

Now that there is only one squishy mortal that they need to worry about, the group continues on their journey until they find their path blocked by brambles. Pigsy offers to clear the path for them, but Tripitaka is worried that Pigsy wouldn't be able to keep it up indefinitely, so he has Monkey check just how far this bramble will last. Monkey takes a look and reports back that he can't see the end of it, which means that it must be at least a thousand miles long. Sandy suggests that they try the whole slash and burn technique for clearing the bramble, but Pigsy points out that it's not the right season for the bramble to catch fire easily- and Monkey never a big fan of fire points out that they wouldn't be able to control the fire if it got out of hand anyways.

In the end they really do end up having to rely on Pigsy to get the job done. Helped along by the fact that he uses his transformation ability to grow to 200 feet tall, with his weapon to match. This works, and the group is able to continue on with Pigsy taking the lead to clear their path. They travel like this until they find their way to a small clearing with an old shrine. Monkey says that this place is no good, and that they should probably just get a move on. Sandy has barely enough time to ask Monkey if he is perhaps a bit to paranoid, when the door to the shrine opens to reveal a suspicious old man.

This suspicious old man even has a demon attendant, and claims to be the local spirit of Bramble Ridge, and is here to offer them some not at all suspicious steamed cakes. Pigsy of course has no problem accepting food from suspicious strangers, but before he can eat anything, Monkey yells that he's evil and goes in for the kill. Unfortunately since it's been to long since Tripitaka's last kidnapping, the old man turns into a gust of wind before Monkey can kill him and sweeps Tripitaka away to places currently unknown.

This chapter is a bit different from most others, since instead of sticking with Monkey and the gangs POV while they try and rescue Tripitaka, we actually get to hang out with Tripitaka and his POV for this particular kidnapping. And that's because, instead of being hogtied and tossed in a corner of a cave to wait to be eaten like usual, the old man actually brings him to a nice little house. The old man sets him down and introduces himself as Squire Eight and Ten, and says that he brought Tripitaka here to have a leisurely night talking about poetry with him and a few friends. Which 10/10 this is easily the nicest kidnapping Tripitaka has ever had. Squire Eight and Ten then introduces his friends to Tripitaka, who are 'Squire Lonesome Rectitude, Master Void-Surmounting, Cloud-Brushing Dean and Knotty Virtue and they are all tree spirits.

Even though all these immortals are already more then one thousand years old, they are all interested in Tripitaka and his teachings. We also learn that Tripitaka is currently forty years old- which is a bit older then I thought he was, since I was kind of just assuming he was still somewhere in his thirties. Anyways, Tripitaka is more then happy to share some Buddhist wisdom with all of them, and the immortals are more then happy to receive it. Which I would also be starved for entertainment if I were a tree.

After they talk outside for a while, they finally invite Tripitaka inside for some tea, snacks and poetry. It seems that Tripitaka still hasn't dropped his guard completely though, since he waits for the immortals to eat before trying it for himself. After they are done eating, they start a fun poetry game, where one of them creates a line of poetry, and then they have everyone add a line to it to make a completed poem. After that, they move on and has everyone make a completed poem on their own, with Tripitaka going first.

After everyone creates a poem, Tripitaka tries to broach the subject of going back to his disciples now, preferably before they burn down the mountain looking for him. The others just brush his concern aside however, and tell him to just stay the night and that they'll let him go back in the morning.

Just then, someone new shows up, an pretty immortal girl named Apricot Immortal, and two maiden attendants. The other immortals ask what brings her here, and she says that she heard from the grapevine that they were entertaining an interesting guest, so she came to meet him. Tripitaka greets her politely by bowing, but as always when faced with a suspicious pretty girl, seems to nervous to actually talk to her. Regardless of that, the girl still calls for more tea, and hands Tripitaka his cup personally. After they all settle in for tea time, the men give the girl the recount of the previous poems, and the girl shares one of her own with them.

Despite Tripitaka's silence, Apricot Immortal continues to try and cozy up with Tripitaka, and receives encouragement from the other immortals. The immortals gladly say that they will be witnesses to Tripitaka and Apricot Immortal's wedding, if Tripitaka wants to get it on with her without soiling her virtue. This angers Tripitaka into breaking his silence- I guess he should have known that just having one good day without a terrible catch was to much to ask for. Anyways he yells at them for trying to seduce him, while they still try and insist that Apricot Immortal is a perfect match for him.

As the immortals continue to try and pressure him, Tripitaka quietly wonders if his disciples are looking for him with tears rolling down his cheeks. The girl tries to comfort him, which has the opposite effect and has Tripitaka bolting for the door, only for the immortals to tackle him. Luckily before things can get worse for Tripitaka, his disciples finally arrive, having traveled the entire Bramble Ridge throughout the night looking for him. As soon as Tripitaka yells for Wukong to save him, all the immortals and their attendants suddenly vanish.

Tripitaka gives his disciples the run down of the night he had, when his disciples ask what their names were, and where they vanished to, Tripitaka tells them their names, and brings them to the shrine he spent the night in. There they see that there is a large Juniper tree, cypress tree, pine tree, some bamboo, a maple tree, and an apricot tree, flanked by a winter plum and cassia plants. These various plants are the identities of the immortals the Tripitaka spent his night with. When Pigsy learns that these tree's are the immortals that harassed Tripitaka all night, it's Pigsy's turn to violate tree law, as he uses his rake to uproot all the tree's. When he does this blood spirts out, and Tripitaka tries to stop him, saying that they didn't really do him any harm. However Monkey says that although they didn't harm him now, they might grow into problems in the future and hurt people later. And with that, Pigsy finishes killing the tree's, before they load Tripitaka back onto his horse to continue their Journey to the West.

Current Sun Wukong Stats: Names/Titles: Monkey, The Stone Monkey, The Handsome Monkey King, Sun Wukong (Monkey awakened to the void), Bimawen (Banhorseplague), The Great Sage Equal To Heaven and Pilgrim Sun. Immortality: 5 + 94,000 years Weapon: The Compliant Golden Hooped Rod Abilities: 72 Transformations, Cloud-Somersault, Ability to transform his individual hairs, super strength, Ability to Summon Wind, Water restriction charm, and the ability to change into a huge war form, ability to duplicate his staff, ability to immobilize others, the ability to put others to sleep, and the Fiery eyes and Diamond Pupils, intimidating horses, churning large bodies of water, sleeplessness, seizing the wind, enhanced smell, discerning good and evil within a thousand miles, Spirit Summoning, lock picking, object transformation, distance reduction, vanishing in a flash of light, super healing, transforming others, Invisibility, and Wind Immunity Demon Kill Count: 11 + Unknown Number of Minions Human Kill Count: 1039 God's Defeated: 23 + Unknown number Defeats: 7 Crime List: Robbery, Murder, Mass Murder, Arson, Theft, Coercion, Threatening a Government Official, Resisting Arrest, Assault, Forgery, Employee Theft, False Imprisonment, Impersonating a Government Official, Treason, attempted murder, failure to control or report a dangerous fire, desecrating a corpse, breaking and entering, trespassing, violating Tree Law, looting corpses, trading counterfeit goods, criminal threat, animal abuse, Assisting or Instigating Escape, Damage to Religious Property, contaminating a substance for human consumption, Identity Fraud, Disorderly Conduct and Joyriding Cry Count: 9 + 3 fake cries Mountains Trapped Under: 4

Current Tang Sanzang stats: Names/Titles: River Float, Xuanzang, Tang Sanzang, Tripitaka and the Tang Monk Abilities: Curing Blindness, making branches point a certain direction (allegedly), reciting sutras, pretty privilege, memorization, Heart Sutra, Meditation, and Being Heaven's Specialist Little Guy Cry Count: 33 Tight Fillet Spell Uses: 63 Paralyzed by fear: 6 Bandit Problems: 3 Kidnapped by demons: 9 Falling Off Horses: 10

Current Bai Long Ma Stats: Names/Titles: Bai Long Ma (White Dragon Horse), Prince of the Western Ocean, and third prince jade dragon of the dragon king Aorun Abilities: Transforming into a human, a water snake, and a horse, eating a horse in one bite, flight, Magic of Water Restriction, Singing, and Sword Dancing. Cry Count: 1 Crime List: Arson, and Grave Disobedience. Contributions to the plot: 3 Kidnapped by demons: 1

Current Zhu Wuneng Stats: Names/Titles: The Marshal of the Heavenly Reeds, Zhu Wuneng (Pig who is aware of ability), Zhu Ganglie, Pigsy, Idiot and Eight Rules. Weapon: Rake Abilities: 36 Transformations, parting water, fighting underwater, cloud soaring, size enhancement and CPR Demon Kill Count/Kill steals: 15 + Unknown number of minions Kidnapped by Demons: 5 Human Kill Count: 1 Failed Flirtation/romances Attempts: 4 Cry Count: 2 Crime List: Sexual Harassment, Murder, Kidnapping, arson, defamation, Damage to Religious Property, contaminating a substance for human consumption, Identity Fraud, Theft, Forcible entry, Disrupting a Funeral and Violating Tree Law

Current Sha Wujing Stats: Names/Titles: The Curtain-Raising General, Sha Wujing (Sand Aware of Purity), Sandy and Sha Monk Weapon: Monster Taming Staff Abilities: Fighting underwater, Cloud soaring, and fetching water from a well. Demon Kill Count: 1 + Unknown number of minions. Kidnapped by Demons: 3 Human Kill Count: 1 Cry Count: 1 Crime List: Breaking a Crystal Cup, murder, desecration of a human corpse, Damage to Religious Property and contaminating a substance for human consumption

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#journey to the west #jttw read through #jttw #journeythroughjourneytothewest #tang sanzang #sun wukong #zhu wuneng #as an aroace person Tripitaka is such a mood #Also I kind of feel bad for the tree spirits #since despite the ill thought out seduction attempt this was still the nicest kidnapping Tripitaka's ever had

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witchygirlgray333 · 2 years ago

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Some journal prompts I like (writing and creative) :

I’m going to do a separate list for some chronic illness journal ideas bc I’ve found it’s so helpful!

Write out the lyrics to your favourite song and/or do a drawing / painting / collage of your interpretation of the song

Books you want to read

Films you want to watch

Diary entry about your day

Bujo style - plan out your week or month

Pressed flowers

Scripting (manifestation)

Vision board (manifestation)

Notes on a topic you’re learning about (for example I like to watch lots of nature or history documentaries and sometimes I make notes on them in my journal or if it’s witchy stuff I write it in my grimoire)

Letter to past you / future you / someone in your life (remember they don’t have to read it, this has helped me so much in certain situations so I can get out whatever I want to say without upsetting people) / someone you love who has passed on / the god or deity you worship if you worship one / to your future children / future partner

Wishlist

Ideas for things (like stories you want to write, photo shoots, fashion, films, art etc)

Poetry (either that you’ve written or that someone else has written that you like)

Get to know me page so if you want to look back on your journal in the future you can see what you were like then

Films you’ve watched / books you’ve read / favourite songs from the past month

Positive affirmations

Shadow work

Sticker / photo dump

Recipes

Go sit in nature and draw or write about what you see or feel when you’re there

Draw out your alter ego

Stick in scraps from throughout your day (such as receipts, labels from things, stickers, pictures etc)

Book reviews

To do lists

Design your dream room

Your childhood (draw or write about childhood memories, hobbies, things you used to collect, stick in childhood photos, the toys you used to play with etc)

Travel bucket list

Life bucket list

Family tree

Write a list of things that make you happy

Stream of consciousness

Write about your dreams and what you think they might mean

Brain dump (I sometimes do this before I go to sleep if somethings going on)

Doodle page

Stick in notes your loved ones have written to you

List of favourite quotes

Self care ideas

List of songs / playlist

Goals in life / 5 year plan

Plan a day out or a holiday

Plan content you want to make for social media

Tattoos you want to get

Things that make you happy

Outfit ideas

Hobbies you currently have

Hobbies you want to try

List of things you collect

Yoga / exercise routine

Seasonal bucket lists

Things you want to learn or research

Mood tracker

Stick in any colouring pages you’ve done

Daily skincare routine

List of Studio Ghibli films and tick off the ones you’ve watched

List of your favourite things

List of things to do when you’re bored

If you normally write about your day, draw pictures of all the things you did instead of writing (a bit like in a comic book)

Advice people have given you that has been really helpful

Ideal morning / night routine

Notes from therapy / hospital appointments

Page of all your cinema tickets

List of people that inspire you

Angel numbers

Crystals and their meanings

Your favourite artists

Worry tree

Favourite memories

Write your dream wardrobe

Reasons to stay alive

Stick in photos and write a bit about them

Names you like

Favourite words

Write about an event (a description of what happened, how it left you feeling, who was there and what they said and did, what you wish had happened instead, the reasons why you find it hard to let go, steps you could take to start to move on)

Notes on a language you’re learning

Collage about a film you’ve recently watched

Glow up check list

Write about a tarot reading you did

What does heaven and hell mean to you

Flip through a magazine and do a collage of pictures from it

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mongoosingisme · 1 month ago

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Hullo. Got a little fill for you here. For this ask.

Title: Herding Cats

Pairing: Shane/Elliott/fem!farmer

Word Count: 3903

Rating: Explicit - 18+ only, if you would be so kind.

Notes: Elliott says "honey" like Hozier does. Also I have like 20 more ideas for these three, so let me know if you'd like to see more.

Tags and fic under the cut!

Tags: kissing, dirty talk, praise, dommy Elliott, cunnilingus, vaginal fingering, cream pie, weird pizza combinations

You could trace where you were right now back to a drunken night a year and a half ago.

That night had been all hands and mouths and eyes focused exclusively on you.

And today? Right now?

You were herding cats. Two incredibly, incredibly distractible cats.

“Can you smell that?” The three of you were out in the field. Harvest time. Potatoes. Elliott was holding a garden fork laden with soil and, ostensibly, Yukon golds. “The soil is so aromatic when freshly turned. Years of life and decay coming together to create a scent unique to this place and this time. It’s inspiring!”

“You know it’s full of shit, right?” Shane was coming up with a wheelbarrow. “Worms eat the soil and shit it out, and then you put cow shit on it to make things grow. You’re spouting poetry about literal shit.”

Elliott considered the fork for a moment, brow furrowed. Then he brightened. “There’s beauty in all things, no? I don’t see why waste should be any different.”

“That should be your next book.” Shane set the wheelbarrow down to discuss it. “Poetry about shit.”

“Yes!” Elliott set the fork tines-down into the soil and looked off into the distance. “'Meditations on Excrement: Shifting Through What is Left Behind'.”

Shane snorted. “More like ‘Shiting Through.‘“

Elliott laughed, the sound bright in the rapidly warming morning air. “I’ll list you as a co-author.”

“I want fifty percent of the royalties.”

“Guys,” you groaned from two rows over, elbows deep in a pile of pulled plants. “Could we please focus on making these potatoes be not in the ground?”

Two sets of eyes focused on you.

It still gave you a bit of a thrill.

“Yes boss,” Shane said dryly.

“Sorry darling.” Elliott dumped his potatoes in the wheelbarrow. You rolled your eyes with a fond shake of your head and got back to your task.

You weren’t stressed about the harvest, exactly, but managing your disparate schedules could be difficult. Elliott had a book tour coming up. Shane had good days and bad, so his output could be hard to predict. You had to take advantage of any time the three of you had together in the field.

And take advantage you did, working through the harvest with as much speed and focus as you could manage. You didn’t set your last load down until the sun was dipping behind the trees and Elliott and Shane had already headed towards the shower.

“Took you long enough,” Shane said from the kitchen as you clomped inside. You flipped him off gamely.

“What would you like on your pizza?” Elliott was helping him roll out dough. Pizza was an easy choice on busy farm days - even easier when your live-in farm hands made it for you. It’d taken some time to bring Elliott around, and he never seemed overly enthused by Shane’s increasingly odd flavor combinations, but it worked well enough for the three of you.

“I’ll have a little of what you both are having,” you said, too tired to make a choice.

“Banana curry it is!” You grimaced and stumbled off to the bathroom as Elliott made an appalled gasp behind you.

After a shower in Elliott’s bathroom (at least, that’s what you called it in your head - you’d had to add it on after he moved in because he was monopolizing the tub every morning), a fresh set of pajamas, and a couple slices of pizza (you turned down the banana curry in favor of Elliott’s margherita), you were feeling only a little exhausted. Not quite “head to bed at 7:30” tired, but definitely at a “flop onto the table with your head in your arms” level.

At least, you would if the fellas hadn’t cooked for you. You gathered up the dishes and tried not to wince at the pile waiting in the sink.

“The fuck are you doing?” Shane had come up behind you and was attempting to remove the dishes from your hands.

You tilted your head towards the sink, eyebrows raised in a way that said “duh,” but Shane was doing that thing he did sometimes. The thing where he just kind of decided what your body was doing. You weren’t standing in the kitchen holding a pile of dirty plates. You were sitting up on the counter, deposited by strong arms, cradled for a moment by calloused hands that felt warm and promising on the backs of your thighs.

“You worked hard today, love. Let us take care of things.” Elliott now, joining you at the counter, his hip leaning next to your knee, turning in towards you, amber eyes locked on yours with an intensity that suggested he wasn’t talking about housework.

“Take care of things, huh?” You managed to keep your tone mostly dry.

“Mmmm,” Elliott agreed. “We worked out a plan while you were in the shower.”

“Oh did you?” Those two and their planning. It was fun to watch, sometimes, the way their minds would circle around each other before inexplicably meeting in the middle.

“Elliott worked out a plan,” Shane grumped. “Which is why I’m washing dishes and he’s feeling you up.”

Feeling you up indeed. One of Elliott’s long-fingered hands was running over your thigh now, excruciatingly gentle, light and teasing, drawing your attention in a way a firmer grip wouldn’t.

“Your time is coming.” He said it to Shane, but his eyes were locked on you.

At least, you thought he said it to Shane. The way his fingers were nudging up the loose legs of your shorts had you wondering.

Elliott liked to move slow. Draw things out. Let his fingers play on a generally neutral part of you (say, your thigh). Let his nose ghost against your skin. It was trailing over your neck right now, and you got the distinct impression he was smelling you.

This was a little worrying. You’d stolen some of his (very nice, very expensive, very off-limits) conditioner during your shower.

But if he noticed the scent of pomegranates he didn't say anything. Instead, he just made a low sound of satisfaction, a “hmmmm” that made something reverberate inside you, and the way your stomach clenched made it clear you weren’t going to be giving in to your exhaustion any time soon.

You pressed your fingers to his face, tried to move him up to kiss you, but he just batted you away with a laugh. "So eager," he murmured, cupping your chin. "Seems you didn't leave all your energy out there in the field after all."

“I find myself rejuvenated,” you said, a teasing edge in your serious tone.

“Astonishing how one can find themselves refreshed with the right motivations.” Elliott’s thumb brushed against your lower lip, and you felt it in your stomach. He leaned in closer, and you angled your head up, suddenly desperate for the touch of his lips, light at first like he always was, then deepening into slicking tongues and sighs and wandering hands and -

"Move please." Shane needed to get into the cabinet you and Elliott were blocking. Elliott huffed and shifted to the side so Shane could stow a clean baking sheet beneath you. Then, before Elliott had a chance to move back in, Shane's hand was on your jaw, his lips were on yours, and his tongue was pressing in for a hot, hurried kiss.

That absolutely worked too.

Elliott made a sound of annoyance. "I thought the plan was to go slow," he said.

"New plan." Shane had broken away from your mouth long enough to say it, then he was back on you, mouth on yours, hand running up your torso, cupping your breast through the thin fabric of your pajamas, squeezing, pinching, drawing a strangled gasp from your throat. You matched his energy, throwing your arms around his neck, letting your knees come up to bracket his hips, pulling him in close.

"The vision, Shane." Elliott was sighing. "Stick to the vision."

"Go wash the dishes," Shane mumbled back. His hand anchored into your hair, pulled, opened your neck up to a series of quick, biting kisses.

"Dishes can wait," you managed to gasp.

“Mmmmmm,” Elliott hummed, not quite conceding, but the way his hand was back on your thigh - moving a little faster now, fingers pressing in with a little more force - made you think he was willing to let go of his plans.

For a moment it was all warm hands (Shane’s hard and rough, Elliott’s softer, with small calluses on the fingertips), open mouths (Shane’s continuing to work on your neck [that man and his hickeys], Elliott’s exploring one of your wrists, loose lips tracing over your palm, teeth nipping gentle and persistent at your fingertips), and gasps (yours, mostly, as your tired senses quickly found themselves overwhelmed).

“Alright.” Shane pulled away from you as abruptly as he’d arrived. “Gotta finish those dishes.”

“Seriously?” You weren’t really as annoyed as you sounded, especially as Elliott was taking Shane’s place, slotting in between your spread legs, pulling you in by the hips, raising his hand to cup your cheek. He pressed his pelvis into yours, eyes locked in and intense, and you couldn’t help a small whimper.

When Elliott focused, he focused.

“Alright, honey,” he murmured. You could barely hear it over the sound of Shane banging around in the sink, but the length pressing against your core had your full attention. “Let’s get back on track. I’m going to touch you now, yes?”

“Mmmhmm.” You knew from experience he wouldn’t go on unless you acknowledged him.

“That's ‘yes,’ darling. Try again.”

Oh Yoba. It was going to be one of those nights.

“Yes, I understand.” It was hard to keep a small whine out of your voice. It did something to you, when Elliott demanded you speak.

“Good, good.” His eyes never left yours, but his hand was starting to move. Fingers brushing higher on your leg, straying over the inner seam of your shorts. “I’m going to make you come, and you’re not going to hold back on your moans. We want to hear you, darling.”

“Elliott wants to hear you,” Shane interrupted from the sink. “If it were up to me you’d have a couple cocks in you by now.”

Elliott’s smooth affect dropped, replaced by pure exasperation. “For Yoba’s… Shane. Please.” You’d laugh, but his fingers were pressing in harder now, running up and down over your core, really starting to make an impression, and even over your shorts the sensation was occupying all of your available headspace.

“Dishes are done.” Shane dropped the last cup into the drying rack with a clatter. “You haven’t even gotten her pants off yet?”

“I am building anticipation, as we discussed.” Elliott’s fingers kept moving, and you were starting to get caught up in it. That little bit of tension started building.

“I thought we discussed that she’d come already by the time I finished the dishes.” Shane’s arms were folded across his chest, a look on his face that suggested he was more interested in attention than a squabble.

“She would have if we hadn’t been interrupted.” Elliott’s fingers, which had been keeping a steady rhythm up to now, faltered as he turned to look at Shane.

“Just make her fucking come, then!”

The two stared at each other for a beat.

Elliott’s fingers stopped moving.

Then they were kissing, Elliott bracing Shane back against the sink, Shane’s hand fisting in Elliott’s hair, mouths open and slick and scrabbling in a way that would have been incredibly enjoyable to watch if you hadn’t been just on the verge of coming.

Herding. Fucking. Cats.

“Welp,” you said, hopping off the counter. “I’m just gonna go lay down I guess.”

The two broke apart enough to glare at you.

It was always a thrill, that combination of green and amber. Always ratcheted up whatever you were feeling. Tightened the curl in your stomach, hastened the beating of your heart.

“No you fucking won’t,” said Shane.

“Stay exactly as you are,” said Elliott.

Like you could have done anything else anyway, with the way they both moved on you at once. Shane grabbing your hips, spinning you, kneeling down in front of the cabinet, pulling your shorts and underwear down and off your ankles with one quick tug. Elliott plastering himself behind you, pushing you down to lean over, leaning over you in turn, one hand bracing on the counter, the other palming your ass with a speed and vigor that suggested a greater need than his ��vision” would imply.

“Back on track,” Shane snickered, and then his mouth was on you.

“Arch your back, love.” Elliott’s fingers stroked you from behind.

Cats. Herded.

Fuck

Shane lived for eating you out, and the way his tongue moved proved it. Long, lingering licks at first, getting a taste of you, then settling into a quick, flicking rhythm by your clit. His hands grasped the backs of your thighs, fingers curling in, pulling you closer. You anchored your hand in his hair, and the way he moaned into you made you tighten. This was inconvenient, because Elliott’s fingers were brushing against your entrance, seeking entry but denied by the way Shane’s mouth had you squirming and clenching.

“Relax for me, darling.” Elliott’s breath puffed over your ear.

“I’m trying,” you said, though it came out more like a garbled “nnnnnnnggghh.”

Elliott shifted. His hand came up around your throat, thumb and forefinger pressing in on either side of your jaw. “Tell me you’re going to relax for me, love.” His tone was deceptively soft.

Shane, of course, was absolutely no help at all, increasing his speed and pressure in a way that made your mind flatten and your walls pulse, made you feel tight and liquid at the same time. You couldn’t see it, but you knew exactly what kind of smile he had on his face while he was doing it.

“I’m…” you tried. You sounded a little frantic. “I’m going to relax for you, Elliott.”

“There’s a good girl.”

You took a breath, shuddered, and tried to let go. Tried not to focus on how Shane’s tongue was swirling, how you could feel his stubble on your thighs. It worked, because Elliott’s finger was in you now, just one, pressing slow and gentle and persistent.

“Oh honey,” Elliott sighed. “You’re tightening so beautifully. You’re going to feel incredible around my cock. Shane’s doing a wonderful job, isn’t he?”

“Yes,” you gasped. The combination of Shane’s mouth, fast and hot and groaning, and Elliott’s finger, just enough to push against, to grip, had you stiff and shuddering.

“Tell him.” Elliott’s lips brushed against your ear as he spoke. “Tell him what wonderful job he’s doing.”

“Fuck,” you gasped. “Shane, you’re… fuck.” Shane was pressing in harder now, the way he always seemed to when you said his name. “You’re doing such… such a good job.”

Elliott’s finger pulsed gently in you. “Good, love. Now tell him that he’s going to make you come.”

You groaned. “Shane… you’re gonna… gonna make me come.”

Shane’s fingers were tighter on the backs of your thighs, and you were tugging on his hair harder than could have been comfortable, but Elliott remained unchanged, finger moving as slow and steady as ever. “Well done. Now don’t make a liar of yourself.”

Easy. You were there already, curling in on Shane, who kept working against you as you tightened and shuddered. For a moment you strained, knees trembling, thighs shaking, bracing against the counter before finally breaking apart with a breathless groan.

“Beautiful,” Elliott breathed. His finger had left you, his hand rubbing slow circles on the small of your back. Your body was humming, more relaxed than tired at this point. Shane’s mouth was still moving, and you could feel Elliott’s cock pressing against you, lightly at first, then harder, more controlled as he grasped it. He drew the tip back and forth over your folds, and for a moment Shane’s rhythm changed, tongue broadening to include Elliott in his ministrations. Elliott sighed, murmured an endearment, and then he was inside of you.

Shane and Elliott spent the majority of their time squabbling, pushing against each other in a half-joking way that you simply were not a part of. But when they worked together, when Elliott’s bottomless imagination and Shane’s stubborn determination combined?

Well. There was a reason you put up with their bickering.

Elliott moved in you with rhythm, thrusting in with a quick jolt of his hips, then moving out slowly. He ground into you every time he bottomed out, hit you just right, sending shivery waves through your stomach and core. Shane was beginning to flag a little, but he was still there, fingers still gripping, mouth still open and working, spreading his tongue against you, muffled vocalizations encouraging you to grind, to rub your clit on his tongue any way you needed to, to keep pulling him in, keep him right there, right where he wanted to be, right where he knew he could be useful.

For someone who was usually so talkative, Elliott often quieted when he was inside you or Shane. You could picture how his face would look behind you - eyes closed, forehead relaxed and unwrinkled, lips loose and slightly parted, lost in the sensation. And that rhythm, that hard thrust, that grind, that slow retreat. You fought through the haze of pleasure, freed a hand from Shane’s hand, reached behind you to anchor it against Elliott’s scalp. Elliott moaned, soft and hitching, and his pace quickened almost imperceptibly.

Shane was moving too, maneuvering a hand up between your legs, rough fingers stroking, tracing the place where Elliott breached you. And then moving back, beyond where you could feel his fingers, but the back of his wrist bumped into you each time Elliott thrust in. Faster now, with less finesse, less of a pace, losing that grind but leaving a snap in its place, and fuck, okay, yeah, you were gonna come again, weren’t you? With Shane’s tongue on your clit, his wrist beneath you, cupping Elliott as he moved, filling you, arching over you, lips on your neck, quieter still as he neared his climax, each thrust accompanied by a soft “hah” until finally even that was gone and you were both coming at the same time, dazzling and sweet and you were softening, drooping, letting your knees buckle as Shane shifted and shuffled and guided you down onto his lap.

You leaned against his chest, nestled into his warm arms for a minute, gathering yourself. Elliott had found his way to the floor as well, leaning back against the refrigerator, head tipped back, eyes closed. He looked loose and sated, just like you felt.

Exactly unlike Shane, whose cock was currently rubbing against your folds, gliding slick and easy through what Elliott had left behind. You groaned at the sensation, shuddered despite yourself.

Shane laughed at your reaction. “Still got something left in the tank?”

”Guess so,” you muttered, your hips starting to move back against him all on their own.

“Good.” Shane’s hands were suddenly tight on your hips. “Because I’m gonna fuck another load right up in you.”

You whined at his words, let him lift you up on your knees, position himself, pull you right back down. He slid in easily. “Fuck, you’re sloppy,” he groaned, wrapping an arm around your hip, your back, pressing his face into your shoulder, pressing you down and holding you there for a moment.

“Always the poet.” Elliott was back in the mix, sidling up next to Shane, a hand on your thigh, his mouth near Shane’s ear. You don’t know what he whispered to him, but whatever it was made Shane’s flushed cheeks turn a deeper shade of red, and all of a sudden he was moving.

Farmwork may be tiring, but it was also great for stamina. Thank Yoba, because the pace Shane was setting, the way he was pressing you, grabbing you, compelling you to rise and fall, to rock, to ride… well. You doubted you could have kept up if you were still at your desk job. As it was your legs were starting to tremble, your head bowing to rest on Shane’s shoulder. Elliott’s fingers were there, stroking across your face, a gentle counterpoint to Shane’s unrelenting movements.

“You look beautiful like this.” You knew Elliott was talking to both of you. “Your bodies look so perfect together, entangled and entwined. The way your back is curving in around her. The way your legs are shaking. The sounds you’re making. Breathtaking.”

Normally Shane would have some dry retort when Elliott was waxing poetic, but at this point he was too far gone. You wrapped your arms around his neck, pulled him closer, felt him groan into you. His pace was frantic now, fingers digging into you hard enough to bruise. He'd been patient all evening, and you loved to see how eager he was now that it was finally his turn.

The way he felt in you, all big and insistent, stretching you, filling you, making you clench and gasp and whine and shiver… well. That was pretty nice too.

“You gonna fill her up?” You could hear Elliott’s whisper that time. “All nice and deep so she’s feeling it for days? Give her what she needs?”

“Fuck.” Shane froze, pulled you down, shaking, groaning, shuddering as he released. He kept you there as he relaxed and leaned back against the cabinet.

“Well done.” Elliott’s voice was as gentle and warm as the hand he ran up and down your back, as the kiss he pressed to Shane’s temple.

Shane gave him a sidelong look. “How’d that match your vision?”

"You know the answer to that." Elliott sounded equal parts affectionate and huffy.

You sighed, snuggled your face into Shane's neck. Felt the way he softened in you. Felt a wetness trickle between your thighs. "What was the vision?" you murmured, enjoying how soft Shane's skin was above his thrumming pulse.

Elliott's hand stilled on your back. "We'd discussed Shane finishing in your mouth. There's a certain balance to it, don't you think? Releasing towards each other, you between us? A symmetry?"

"I like my vision better." Shane pulled your head back with a gentle hand on your jaw, pressed a kiss to your mouth.

"What, the one where I'm a mess for days?"

He grinned at you. "Exactly."

"Lucky me." You couldn't help but smile as you said it.

"Perhaps that should be included in my book as well." Elliott was looking thoughtful.

"What, cum?" Shane was looking incredulous.

"Certainly. It fits the definition of 'what is left behind,' don't you think?"

Shane snorted. "You want to write poetry about cum?"

"You think I can't pull it off?"

And they were off on a tangent again, discussing and debating, pushing and pulling, derisive and distractible and perfect, so perfect. You laid your head back on Shane's shoulder, felt him press his hand on the small of your back, smiled at the way Elliott's fingertips traced a line on your thigh as he spoke. They were about as easy to herd as a couple of cats, those two, but never once did you feel the effort to do so was wasted.

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polaritydisturbed · 2 days ago

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Disclaimer: I’m not a mythology expert, but mythology was (and kind of still is) my special interest, so this is basically me info-dumping lovingly, not academically.

Anansi, Sága, Dionysus—Oh My. A quick-ish dive into the gods mentioned in the Doctor Who episode The Story and the Engine.

Neat things about them, more accurate gods he could have picked ect....

Anansi (West African and Caribbean)

Anansi is the blueprint for trickster gods. A spider (sometimes a spider-man, sometimes just a guy with major eight-legged energy), he’s clever, chaotic, and absolutely unbothered by the idea of playing by the rules. He’s not exactly a hero, not exactly a villain—he’s just Anansi. And that’s kind of the point.

He shows up in West African folktales—especially among the Akan people of Ghana—and later all over the Caribbean and the Americas, carried through the stories of the enslaved. In those stories, he outsmarts bigger, stronger enemies using nothing but his brain and his mouth. He tricks the gods, he cheats death, he starts problems just to see what happens—and somehow, even when he loses, he wins. Because he gets to tell the story.

And here's the thing: he doesn't just appear in stories—he creates them. In Ghana, “anansesem” literally means “spider stories.” The dude is synonymous with storytelling. When enslaved people brought his tales to the Caribbean and Americas, they carried more than folklore—they carried survival strategies. Anansi became a symbol of resistance: the powerless using their minds to flip the script.

(Though I'm afraid to ask how regularly claiming to be your wife's father affects things behind closed doors.)

Bastet (Egyptian)

Okay, this one’s a one for his list. Bastet is a goddess of protection, fertility, the home, and.....cats. She's more “fierce guardian” than “master of storytelling and illusion.” After the episode, I even went back to double-check—maybe there’s some obscure myth where she whispers divine truths into scribes’ ears or something? But I couldn’t find anything.

If anything, Thoth would’ve been a far more fitting Egyptian deity for The Barber to name-drop. Thoth is literally the god of writing, knowledge, and recording everything that happens. He’s also a divine mediator between gods and mortals—basically exactly the role The Barber plays. But admitting that might’ve tipped his hand. So instead, he throws out a random god name that sounds cool and mysterious.

Bastet’s inclusion feels less like a calculated mythological reference and more like The Barber scrolling through a pantheon wiki page, closing his eyes, and going, "That one." (Unless, of course, she was a god he specifically worked for—and had beef with.)

Sága (Norse)

Sága is one of the more mysterious Norse goddesses. She’s linked to storytelling, wisdom, and memory, and spends her time drinking and trading tales with Odin at her hall, Sökkvabekkr—a place described as a peaceful, flowing haven where “cool waves resound.” It's often interpreted as a poetic, almost dreamlike realm associated with knowledge, reflection, and perhaps even the subconscious. Some scholars think Sága might just be another name or aspect of Frigg (Odin’s wife), especially since Frigg’s own hall, Fensalir, shares similar symbolic traits.

Either way, Sága’s domain is lore and preservation—less flashy than Loki, but no less important.

The Barber name-dropping her is likely a play to borrow credibility as a keeper of ancient knowledge.

Dionysus (Greek)

This one isn’t wrong, exactly. Dionysus is the god of wine, chaos, theatre, and dramatic flair—all of which line up with The Barber’s love of spectacle and obsession with a good story. He’s unpredictable, a bit unhinged, and thrives on attention. So yes, thematically, it fits.

Some might argue that Apollo would’ve been a more accurate name-drop—after all, Apollo is the god of knowledge, prophecy, poetry, and the arts. On paper, that makes sense. He’s a patron of reason, order, and enlightenment. But that’s also the problem. Apollo represents clarity and control. The Barber isn’t about clarity—he’s about distortion, manipulation, illusion. He doesn’t want to preserve meaning, he wants to warp it. Apollo would be a fine guess if you’re just thinking “art” or “poetry,” but thematically? He’s too clean, too lawful, too… sterile. The Barber isn’t playing a lyre in the sun; he’s setting the stage on fire and laughing in the smoke. So sure, Apollo would’ve made sense—but not the most sense.

If The Barber were going for mythological accuracy—and let’s be honest, he absolutely wasn’t—he’d have been better off claiming to be Mnemosyne, the Titan of memory. She’s the reason stories got passed down in the first place. As the mother of the Muses—the goddesses of poetry, song, and storytelling—in Greek mythology, she’s basically the blueprint for oral tradition. She didn’t just tell stories—she made sure they were remembered.

So Dionysus works if you want flash. But Mnemosyne would’ve made more sense if The Barber wanted to tell on himself. Which he very much didn’t.

Loki (Norse)

Okay, this one almost makes sense. Loki is the trickster god of Norse mythology—chaos, mischief, shapeshifting, storytelling in the “oops I broke the world again” kind of way. So yeah, claiming to be Loki fits The Barber’s whole “I’m so mysterious—fear me but also applaud” vibe.

But what about storytelling? Does Loki have connotations there?

Sort of. He’s not a storyteller in the Anansi sense—he doesn’t weave tales to survive or preserve cultural memory. Nor is he like Sága, who listens and remembers. Instead, Loki is the story. He doesn’t narrate; he catalyzes. He’s the spark that sets everything in motion.

And here's the often-overlooked bit: in Norse myths, Loki isn’t just the guy who causes problems—he’s also the one the gods turn to when things go sideways. He builds solutions as often as he builds disasters. When the gods need something impossible, it’s Loki who finds a way (usually with some chaotic side effects). He’s a fixer and a firestarter. A manipulator who still gets invited to the table because, for all his unpredictability, he gets results.

That makes his connection to storytelling a bit indirect—but still potent. He’s not just part of the narrative; he ensures there is one. You remember the myth because Loki made it unforgettable.

However… The Barber already claimed to be Sága.

And Sága is also Norse.

So… two different gods from the same pantheon? Bit suspicious. Sure, you could do that, but it’s like lying about your job twice in the same interview. You’re gonna get caught—especially when one job is “keeper of stories” and the other is “guy who gleefully sets things on fire (and then puts it out with a wink).”

In fact, switching it up mid-pantheon feels like a tell—like he’s just pulling names from a list and hoping no one in the room took Mythology 101.

So why these particular gods?

Anansi and Loki are classic tricksters—manipulators of stories who use narrative to shape the world or sow chaos.

Sága, on the other hand, is about preservation and memory—less trickery, more timelessness. She’s a relatively obscure figure, only mentioned once in the Prose Edda (in Gylfaginning and Skáldskaparmál), which makes her a curious choice unless you’re deliberately trying to flex obscure myth knowledge.

Dionysus shows The Barber’s love of spectacle. He doesn’t just observe stories—he wants to be the story, to cause chaos and draw all eyes to him.

The pantheon he draws from reflects what he’s trying to control: memory, chaos, stories, and even the gods themselves.

But Bastet? Her role as a fierce protector doesn’t mesh with The Barber’s chaotic, manipulative nature. Her inclusion feels out of place—unless, again, she’s someone he once served. Someone he now opposes.

The fact that he pulls names from multiple pantheons without consistency or care for accuracy only reinforces that he’s not divine—he’s playing the part. And hoping we’ll believe the story.

#I wanted to write more on this #but I've been working on it all week lol and it's getting less relevant by the day #I'm still not 100% happy with it but If I don't post it's just gonna sit in my drafts till the rapture #doctor who #doctor who spoilers #dw spoilers #dr who spoilers #doctor who series 15 #the story and the engine #fifteenth doctor #rtd2 era #rtd2 #greek mythology #norse mythology #mythology and folklore #anansi the spider #bastet

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https-furina · 1 year ago

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✎ that poor birdy. ft. xiao x gn!reader content. fluff, a little hurt/comfort, naive (?) reader - they don’t know xiao isn’t human :p a little bit of xiao falling in love while being really inexperienced with it. mentions of xiao as a birdy ! not proofread 'm sorry >~< w.c. 1.5k words

notes. uuuuuuuu i loves him so much ;; santa pls can i has him under my nonexistent tree this year taglist. @ryuryuryuyurboat @soleillunne @rainswept

you followed the routine meticulously whenever you needed it, which was usually always when the inspiration runs dry from your veins. it stumps you every time, being in that scenario as a member of the wanwen bookhouse in liyue harbor. you never particularly want xingqiu chasing after you on whether you have any new material to publish.

the idea was first proposed in its early stages by a close friend - at least, that’s what you call him. you had been grumbling over a cup of steaming hot tea, head in your hands as you whined to xiao about an upcoming deadline.

“why don’t you travel for inspiration?” he had suggested and within seconds, your face had lit up. you stared at him with glittering eyes, a hopeful glimpse into your future right before you. xiao shifted nervously under your gaze, his gloved hands cupping his own cup of tea as he glanced away, the tips of ears feeling warm.

suddenly you would start disappearing for days, sometimes even weeks as the birth of your new found routine began. it was the saviour of your writer’s block, filling you to the brim with stories and poetry that everyone at the wanwen bookhouse fawned over. xiao never pondered where you would run off to, in all fairness he assumed you was prancing off to mondstadt, sumeru and even inazuma.

he never chased you up on it. after all, his suggestion had merely been a case of him trying to get the oddly clingy human that appeared from nowhere off his back for more than a day. your presence suffocates him as a yaksha and he takes your absence in his stride yet he leans against the railing of his room at wangshu inn, staring out at the endless stars all clustered together on a backdrop of indigo and he sees how your eyes glittered that day, like you had captured the stars and put them in your eyes. almost like fireflies in a glass jar.

xiao did however presume you was at least obsessed - his words, you simply call it a normal friendship - with him enough to bring back trinkets from your adventures but you come back empty handed each time with only a proud grin on your face as you dump your newest works onto the male. part of him is glad that you don’t, after all gifting on such a level outside of special occasions could come off as mating to the male bird. the other part of him - the humanoid part of him - wishes you would do it at least once to fill the empty void in his heart left from centuries of avoiding contact with people.

the kitchen at the wangshu inn is usually busy around this time of day as workers gather for their lunch break or couples take a leisurely stroll across the guili plains whilst liyue’s weather remains so warm and tender, humid to the touch with a cool breeze. xiao knows this well from how long he’s resided at the very top of the inn, where the breeze catches just right and rustles golden leaves above his head. the noise brought by the mortal world’s lunchtime would soon cease and he’d be left in the solace he craves so desperately to ease his pains; that is disregarding the fact that xiao finds the kitchen too noisy on this day.

someone jogging up the steps is enough for xiao to hide, after all he’s not expecting visitors nor does anyone ever seek him out on purpose now but he catches sight of your familiar head of hair and the waft of almond tofu through the leaves, the plate held carefully in your hands. he tries to make his sudden appearance calm, as if he’d always been there - you’re too innocent to put together myth to reality, even with his mask tucked securely to his hip.

“you’re back again,” he comments, gold eyes watching you carefully as you spin on your heel to face him, your initial look of confusion ebbing away at the sight of him, “almond tofu?”

“i figured i’d come back with a gift, at least,” you chime with a grin, holding out the plate to him. seeing your smile after a few days affects xiao more than he’d care to admit, his stomach filled with the odd sensation of butterflies - and a gift? “i remember you saying you liked almond tofu.”

the pale skin of his cheeks seems to flush with a subtle hue of pink causing the yaksha to flicker his glance away from you as he takes the plate of almond tofu, mumbling his thanks. what was this feeling? his brows almost knit together in confusion; could it be karmic debt? perhaps your presence as a mortal human was finally taking its toll on him. xiao parts his lips to excuse himself from your vicinity, wondering if he could gather some believable lies to get you off his back but he stares at the small details on your face and how you still smell like parchment and ink instead.

xiao moves away from you - albeit a little reluctantly - to the table presented neatly with two chairs by the railing, hidden in the shade of wangshu inn's great auburn tree. he settles in one of the chairs, clearing his throat as he watches you lean against the aforementioned railing.

"so where did you go gallivanting off to this time?" he asks curiously, taking small bites of the almond tofu you'd presented to him. it comes to him that he's never once asked where you go when you disappear from him and apparently the question catches you off guard when he glimpses how your eyes seem to widen a little in surprise, processing his sudden interest in your adventures.

"oh! i was camping out at qingyun peak again!" you lean back against the railing, letting liyue's breeze tickle your skin like a warm breath fanning down your neck. xiao pauses mid-bite, golden eyes blinking in bewilderment as he gazes at you. was that all? he furrows his brows, after all he had truly expected you to be going abroad to new lands for your inspiration - he's even more caught off guard by how you said again… so it wasn't your first time?

"is that all?" he voices aloud, listening to the sound of your sweet laugh on the wind at his response. the strange feeling in his stomach turns again and he almost drops the almond tofu on his spoon, clearing his throat as he looks away from you quickly. these feelings were not painful for him, he begins to realise in turn. the heat of his ears and the way his neck and cheeks soon matched their temperatures, the shake of his gloved hands and how his stomach felt like it was flipping - these were not associated with pain nor karma, confusing the yaksha further.

"eeyup!" you pop the 'p,' grinning over at him before looking up at the roof of wangshu inn, noting the numerous bird nests filled with eggs before you remember something you wished to bring up to him, "but i heard a little birdy calling out during the night, it sounded so sad."

xiao hums in response, turning his focus back to the almond tofu he was finding the most delectable - if you had made it like he assumed, you truly was an amazing cook. he considers voicing that thought out loud before he realises you are mumbling about the small bird you'd heard and xiao begins to ponder what type of bird you must have heard. in the middle of night and at qingyun peak… the more he thinks about it, he soon chokes on the tofu he was chewing. he clears his throat to cover his embarrassment, hiding his face as he waves you off when you rush to his side.

you'd heard him. xiao's heart races, thumping against his ribcage at how he gets himself out of this situation. how would he even begin to explain that the bird is lamenting, calling for its dead friends that will never return? his eyelashes flutter shut for a moment.

"i'm sure the bird is fine." he tries to reassure once he has finished chewing the tofu. you give him a thankful smile at his reassurance, settling in the chair opposite him with a drastic sigh.

"i hope so… that poor birdy," you go quiet for a moment, gaze drifted off into the distance in thought and xiao takes the moment to recollect himself, leaning back in his chair as he admires you subtly. you really was starting to become a pain for him, "you'll have to join me next time so you can hear it! you seem to know a lot about birds, xiao - maybe we can go find it!"

xiao grimaces but he doesn't let it show, a crack of a smile on his face at the sentiment behind you caring so much for this bird; caring for him, without ever realising it. perhaps it wouldn't be so bad to let you a little closer, after all these pains weren't hurting him.

"i'll have to take you up on that offer." he muses, fixing his gloves as a wide beam brightens up your face. oh, what a grave he has dug for himself.

#( sealed letters )#xiao genshin #xiao genshin impact #xiao fluff #xiao x reader fluff #xiao #genshin xiao #xiao x reader #genshin #genshin impact #genshin fluff #genshin impact fluff #genshin x reader #https-furina

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ghostlyspiderlily · 14 days ago

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Bea Relationships

Stone And Bea

Bea: “He’s so annoying! I hate the fact that he’s a drunk too, it gives me bad memories. Yes, I know, it’s not actually alcohol, but he can still get drunk off it so it counts in my book! But still.. when I overheard him talking about running away when he was young… I get jealous. Jealous that he was able to see the malice in his parents while I couldn’t… Whatever. He’s dumb.”

Stone: “I don’t understand why she’s always disliked it. She always acted rude towards me, so obviously I adapted and acted back. I’m innocent in this.Nim says that “I just don’t understand her” but she doesn’t even give me the chance to understand her. She’s a bitch. She’s like that nepo baby.”

Skipp And Bea

Bea: “He’s a really sweet guy. He always knows what to say to cheer others up. Truly too good for this town. I wish I could be like him. I remember he would be one of the people who would pick Stone up from our tavern when he became drunk and delirious. I appreciate him for that, because I didn’t wanna carry his ass out. I’d always sneak him some free fries as a reward. I just hope he doesn’t stop being friends with me now that I can’t provide that luxury anymore.”

Skipp: “Bea is really sweet! She’s so nice. I don’t get why her and Stone don’t get along well, she’s always been sweet to me, giving us food and stuff. That really counted when we were certain we would be eating Converse tonight. I actually had a bit of a crush on her for a small moment in time? But then I found out she was a lesbian. That’s okay though! She’s still an amazing best friend!”

Vinnie And Bea

Bea: “She’s so cool and strong… I can’t help but be filled with awe every time I see her knock out a Lootbag with her trusty dagger. She’s also a great listener and has a good sense of humor. I know that if I’m ever in a sticky situation, she’ll be there to cover for me. I’m happy to have a friend like her now that I’m on the streets.”

Vinnie: “Nice girl, but she could use some self confidence. She lets people walk all over her like a doormat. I don’t mind speaking up for her when she doesn’t have the courage to say it herself, but eventually she needs to learn to grow a backbone. Other than that, she’s a good friend and is good at making people feel better.”

Nemo And Bea

Bea: “Mmm, I’ve seen them a couple times when I walk through Entertainment Square. They’re the teal clown, right? Yeah, they seem really fun. Managing to entertain Lootbags is a tough feet, and I respect them for being able to do that.”

Nemo: “The girl with the ginger hair dyed purple at the ends, right? Yeah, I’ve seen her walking by a couple times. Her style is sick as hell, reminds me of one of my coworkers, Rosa. I can’t help but feel as if I know her from somewhere….”

Pebble And Bea

Bea: “Never seen him but I’ve heard that he is Stone’s candy trip demon or whatever. Those things are assholes, but I don’t mind him being an asshole to Stone. So if he torments Stone like I’ve heard, he’s a friend in my books.”

Pebble: “I’ve heard Stone whine and moan about her a couple times, saying that she dumped his Monster out or sold his shoes. I think it’s quite funny, to be honest. She sounds cool. I’d love to meet her. It would totally funny to gang up on Stone with her.”

Rigel And Bea

Bea: “Yes, Rigel may be arrogant and teasing, but I respect the fact that he is able to be that way. I always love seeing the poems he wrote and sometimes I buy a paper just so that he can get some extra coin. Newspapers are too much of a bore for me to read, so at least Rigel doesn’t seem to give a shit about ‘em. A great friend! His brother is a bit too eccentric for my taste though…”

Rigel: “She’s one of the good ones in this shitty town. She always listens to me when I talk to her and I appreciate her patronage. She also appreciates my, ahem, “emo poetry,” so she’s super cool. Even so, the girl is fun to mess with though, she always flushes and blubbers like a seal, it’s amusing to watch her flounder about. Still, she’s a good friend.”

Cen And Bea

Bea: “Some people may think that Rigel and Cen are identical both physically and emotionally, they aren’t. Because one: Rigel has pointy ears and a mole under his right eye while Cen has round ears and a mole under his left eye. Also Cen has those sharp teeth. It’s not that hard. But also, Cen is way more extroverted. I can handle Rigel’s teasing, but sometimes it feels like he’s trying to bully me. Even so, I can’t hate him, because he’s Rigel’s brother.”

Cen: “Rigel likes her…. What do you mean I have to say more? Ugh. But yeah, her and my lil bro are besties or whatever. I’d think that they were an item if I didn’t know Bea was a girlkisser. Anyways, she can’t be terrible if Rigel likes her. Shes fun to bully though because she just takes it. But then I kinda just feel bad.”

Dante And Bea

Bea: “He’s like a father figure to me… my mother and him went on a date and he apparently felt sorry for me after seeing how my mother treated me, so he gave me his phone number. After I became a Scrap, he lets me stay the night at his place because I’m too scared to sleep alone on the streets yet. I’m thankful for his kindness everyday.”

Dante: “My daughter. She’s a real sweet kid and I wish she’d be able to see that in herself. My bar always has a space for her to stay. Her mother is kinda a bitch though.”

Ditch And Bea

Bea: “…”

Ditch: “Oh, lil’ miss goody two shoes huh? Don’t tell her I told you, but we used to date. Yeah, despite the fact she was a major people pleaser, she sure did have a nice body. Then we had a fight after she saw me kill an innocent Scrap and we broke up, and apparently she’s a lesbian now. Maybe that explains why she always seemed uncomfortable kissing me.”

Avrille And Bea

Bea: “Her big candy shop looks really cool. But, I’d never buy anything because I don’t do drugs. From what I’ve heard, she’s kind of a bitch. I dont plan on becoming a lab rat so I’ll keep my distance, thanks. Other than that, not much else to say. She seems fine enough for now, but that’ll change if she ever does anything to me.”

Avrille: “I don’t talk to edgy lesbian children.”

Maroon And Bea

Bea: “So cool… I saw her in my bar once with Tre and she looked super badass. The couple of times I talked with her she’s been really friendly, and gives good advice. She’s like a mentor to me. I want to be a cool person like Maroon one day.”

Maroon: “The girl has stars in her eyes every time she looks at me. She’s a sweet girl, super polite and respectful. She could learn to speak up for herself more and express her opinion, because I enjoy hearing her thoughts and others should to. Shame we don’t get to talk as much now that she’s a Scrap.”

Tre And Bea

Bea: “Its best to keep my distance from him now that I’m a Scrap. I’d rather not end up in a jail cell on a Monday morning. I’m scared of getting imprisoned by him, but he’s also… not that intimidating? Maroon is, but with Tre alone, it’s just like.. some theatre kid. I wonder why he’s even in this line of work.”

Tre: “She used to talk to Maroon a lot. It was annoying cause Maroon would just stand there and give “live laugh love” type advice while we were on the job! Hello, there were criminals out there to find! But apart from being a nuisance, she didn’t seem horrible. I kind of miss her now that she doesn’t come up to Maroon anymore, cause now I don’t get to see Maroon smile for once.”

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